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Beyond Tharna and its gloomy soil, continually broken by its stony outcroppings, I could see the green fields of Gor, glades of yellow Ka-la-na trees, the shimmering surface of a placid lake and the bright blue sky, open and beckoning. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #177)

The feelings I was tempted to ascribe to it would lie beyond the ken of so simple a creature. I saw the towers of Tharna, and the glittering oval of its arena, that cruel amphitheater, dropping away beneath the wings of the tarn. Something of the same exhilaration which I had felt in my first wild flight on a tarn, this very giant, now thrilled in me again. Beyond Tharna and its gloomy soil, continually broken by its stony outcroppings, I could see the green fields of Gor, glades of yellow Ka-la-na trees, the shimmering surface of a placid lake and the bright blue sky, open and beckoning. "I am free!" I cried. But I knew even as I cried out that I was not free, and I burned with shame that I had so bespoke myself, for how could I be free when others in that gray city were bound? There was the girl, warm-eyed Linna, who had been kind to me, whose auburn hair was knotted with coarse string, who wore the gray collar of a state slave of Tharna. There was Andreas of Tor, of the Caste of Singers, young, valiant, irrepressible, his hair wild like the mane of a black larl, who would rather die than try to kill me, condemned to the Amusements or the mines of Tharna. - (Outlaw of Gor)